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  1. NRAPE
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  4. Evans moved his foot up the marble step of his school’s library. Around him blossomed the receptacles for his cock. With just a little effort, the sweet nectar of their kind would be accessible to him. He fantasized constantly about them; tracking them, trapping them, and destroying them in deserted corridors, classrooms, dorms and restrooms. As he stepped higher on that marble staircase with the gaze of serious men scrutinizing and approving him, he felt the rising and falling of his crotch, a feeling that seemed to him to mirror the thrust and pull of intercourse.
  5. James called out to him on landing. ‘’Hey Evans how’s it been?’’
  6. ‘‘Cool. You?’’
  7. ‘’Good, good. Ever since I’ve been to this group, I feel more alive and authentic.’’’ James spoke with an enthusiasm and energy that disturbed Evans. He remembered James as sharing his lethargy and nihilistic view on life.
  8. ‘’Yeah? I dunno man...’’
  9. ‘’You should totally try it man! Its wonder-ful!’’ He spoke slowly, clearly separating each syllable and infusing each with meaning. James beamed at Evans,and suddenly Evans realised what had disturbed him, his friend resembled a mormon missionary.
  10. James pressed into Evans’ hand a flier, and said, ‘’You must go! Promise me!’’
  11. ‘’ Ok… sure...’’ replied Evans, eager to get rid of James, and moved away.
  12. ‘’Dafuq?’’ thought Evans. The flier was a glossy dark pink that proclaimed NRAPE in white bolded font. He stashed it away in his bag.
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  14. It was on the friday of the following week did Evans go to the group. Partially out of curiosity and partially because it was all the rage around campus. The group, ‘’NRAPE’’ was everywhere, plastered in corridors, in dorms; it was heard in the cafe, hallways, and classrooms. Even his critical studies professor decided to start showing up to class with a pink NRAPE headband.
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  16. He walked into a classroom, 10 or so people were sitting in chair arranged in a perfect circle, all facing each other. Every single one of them wore a pink NRAPE headband and a red NRAPE shirt. Suddenly he felt self-conscious, not simply because he was the only one with different clothes, but as he entered the group fell silent and all looked at him. Then, a woman spoke, whom he presumed to be the leader, said, ‘’Welcome. Its always great to see a new face.’’
  17. As on cue, the group chanted in complete unison, ‘’Welcome.’’
  18. ‘’Hey-y...’’ nervously said Evans.
  19. ‘’Come take a seat’’ The woman, gestured, smiling.
  20. ‘’Now, let us start, as we always do, and always will, by reciting a speech our founder once said..’’
  21. He didn’t really follow the speech that much, but what he did gleam was rape was bad, no rape allowed, suprise buttsexs is rape, everyone is a rapist unless proven not so, rape can be carried not just by hand, dick, item but also metaphorically and mentally, through sight, sound and thoughts.
  22. “Now we always orientate our newest members to become accustomed to NRAPE, so could you please sit down in the center.’’ Evans confused, moved toward the centre to the group and sat down.
  23. At once the group sprang to their feet, and a wild dancing, chanting and shouting ensued, a cacophony of discordant sounds yelling, ‘’Rapist, rapist, RAPIST!’’ fingers pointing at him, showering him with spittle, tearing his ear and yelling ‘NRAPE, NRAPE, NRAPE’’. Multiple voices, saying different, all accusing; demanding him to stop, shaming him. Evan cried, he cried for them to stop but they went on and on, a carousel of pink and red that branded his mind with white blocks of NRAPE.
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  25. A few months later, the crowd of students swelled onto the plaza, painting it with throngs of red and pink. A singular person shrouded in bedsheets of white with red blotches stood above the crowd, on the marble steps, the focus for the masses below, her handing grasping a microphone. She moaned and the people below her cheered. She shouted and the people below yelled. She spoke slowly and calmly as if nursing a great pain, and the people below cried. Evan felt the culmutative weight of his sins oppress him, the sudden enlightenment he was a rapist filled him with shame. Around him, everyone was sobbing and crying out. ‘’Rape me! Rape me!’’ yelled a man in fake glasses and red plaid shirt. The microphone was handed to a follower and he preached, ‘’Through her pain, we gain redemption. Without her we bear the innate sin of rape, only through her sacrifice are we able to be cleansed. Hail! Hail, NRAPE!’’ Evan was crying tears of happiness and yelled, ‘’Hail! Hail, NRAPE!’’
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